Hideaway Strath Had no time to choose

I can yes. Lace is like fluffy clouds on ground. Grows in big bunches, if not careful it can take over a field. Rose hips are berries that look like they have fur tufts atop their head. Maiken herself was fine with admitting when she didn't know as well. It was one of the reasons she was so pleased to be here, where she could learn more.

Maiken frowned. and then spoke softly. Where I am from there are two groups of wolves. Svartravn's like myself and Kvitravn's. She tried so hard not to let her bitterness show.

She took a deep breath. Paws gentle kneading the ground in thought. Eyes faraway. Svartravn's are dark furred. Kvitravn's are like you and War Chief Fury. Paler coats. In our religions it is wrong to be any of the other color. You do not mix the two. But I have never been that way. i was raised that way, but I was the runt and I just wanted to heal. It did not matter to me who I healed. Though I follow Svart, I do not believe all of his teachings, such as that colors should matter, but there are many who would kill me for even talking to you were they to see it. When I came here. I wanted a new chance to simply exist as Maiken, healer. Fury gave me that. She offered me a chance to throw away my biases as well as heal. And I took it.